There once was a Mom who was sick,
From cleaning up way too much ick,
She did her best to recover,
Staying under the covers,
Reduced to writing bad limericks.
It’s all I got besides a nasty case of the flu. That’s why you all must pray for my recovery or this may become a blog of short, delusional poems.
lol! u r funny…but I know that as you wrote this you must have felt awfully crummy. I sent a prayer to Jesus for your good health to return 🙂
That was a bad day and the only thing that kept popping in my head over and over was this limerick. Who am I to fight the creative process, right?